Embrace me...
With words of love;
weave them through my being.
On a dark night's passing,
they are balms to my battered soul.

Embrace me...
With a lover's delicate touch.
Mysterious...
Forbidden...
Desired..
For it calms my quaking flesh.

Embrace me...
As your rapture's own.
A warm summer rain,
mixing with passion's droplets.
It washes all other cares away.

Embrace me...
Simply hold me tight.
Through the passing day,
into the dreary night.

Embrace me...
Love's first tender play.

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